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from Protest Songs by Peter Hamm

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© 2016 Peter J. Hamm

Touched down like a seabird on an ocean of brown
It was an ocean of sand, a great wide sea of desert sand
The airport laid out next to the mirage of light and sound
It seemed designed with constant and immediate escape at hand

In Vegas Vegas, Las Vegas

It took billions of years for man to finally get clean
To be master of the planet, of destiny & Science
And now we shove money in the mouth of the machine
A thieving smirking scheming stealing bright one-armed appliance

Saw a plainclothes Elvis, It was so surreal
Fighting over money, over money with his wife
She looked just like Priscilla, is that part of the deal?
Is it part of the act, is it part of the life?

I walked into the lounge…

Buzzes beeps and flashes in my eyes it’s just like morning
When you wake up from just staring with a wide eye at the ceiling
I’ve lost the will to fight, I have lost the smell of warning
There is no wrong no right and I have lost all sense of feeling

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from Protest Songs, released September 6, 2016

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Pastor, worship leader and songwriter currently in the Cincinnati suburbs. I write weird songs, but that's good... right...?

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